A/N - (Only 'cause I'm so fond of them)
This was Co-Written by Nat! Sticking us in a room to make Fan fic together was NOT the best idea - but you've got too love the outcome. :D
Feedback - Still a reading requirement people!
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3 years later.
Mac stood at the back of the ballroom while her keen eyes scanned the occupants, a cup of punch in one hand and a less then enthusiastic husband in the other. Mic was, too the best of her knowledge, drowning himself in yet another cocktail when several people she'd never met before approached.
"Mic?" The lady tried to get Mic's attention, succeeding only when Mac pulled he tall glass from him.
"Diane?" Mic mumbled, then his face lightened, "Diane!" He launch himself at the woman, and she awkwardly caught him, patting his back fondly as he hugged the life out of her.
When he pulled away, she looked pointedly at Mac.
"Oh!" In his drunken haze, Mic beamed a smile, "This is my wife Sarah."
Mac forced a smile, "It's Mac."
The woman's head cocked too one side, and she raised her eyebrow, "Mic and Mac?"
At this, Mic doubled over in laughter, knocking his drink from Mac's hand. When he finally straightened, red faced and breathless, Mac had gone.
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" I can't take this anymore, Sarah" Mic yelled, slamming the door shut behind him. "Our marriage is falling apart." He followed her into the lounge room, "Well it was never really together any how. I don't know why you agreed to marry me in the first place." He paused again to take a breath, still following Mac, who had decided, in her infinite wisdom, to ignore him. "Actually, I know why. Your charming partner Harmon Rabb, didn't want you, so I was the next best thing."
Mac stopped dead in her tracks, then turned too face him, "The next best thing? Don't flatter yourself, Mic" She laughed. " You know what, I don't even know why I said yes. If I knew then what I know now, it would be different."
" Yeah and what's that Sarah," Mic snapped back
" That your head is so far up your six, you couldn't even start to care about anyone else but yourself." Mac yelled back. At this time, Harmon had heard all the yelling and had poked his little head around the corner to see what was going on.
" Mommy?." He said in a sleepy voice.
Mac turned, her face soften at the sight of her little boy, " Nothings wrong, baby. Go pack some gear up, you and I are going away for a couple of days, ok sweetie." Mac cooed to him. Without question Harmon ran to his room quickly grabbing a bag and packing only the essentials. His Mums old marine sweat shirt, a toy F-14 and a small pair of gold shiny wings, which his mother had given to him when he turned 3. She had said that they belong to the man he was named after.
" Where do you think you are going Sarah?" Mic looked at her, anger showing on his face.
" Away from here." Mac said as she walked to their bedroom. She pulled out her bag and placed it on the bed, flipping it open too reveal it was already packed. Once a Marine, always a Marine.
" Sarah you don't know anyone in Australia," Mic continued to follow her, his voice suddenly soft.
" I know that's why I'm going back home." Mac stated.
Mic stood there in shock. " What do you mean your going home?"
" I mean exactly what I said. I'm going home, back to Washington." With her bag in hand she grabbed little Harmon's hand and started for the door.
" America, You're going back to America. How..... Why, you don't have any money." Mic stuttered.
" Yes I do, My Flyboy has been sending me money for Harmon. So I have enough for both of us."
" You're not taking my son with you!" Mic suddenly turned defensive, stepping in-between her and the door.
" Yes I am Mic." Mac's voice dropped, and she finally spoke her mind, "You have resented him ever since he was born, just because he was named after Harm. You never treated him like your own."
" You bitch," Mic said as he grabbed her wrist and twirled her round.
" Hey! Leave my mummy alone" There was a yell from the end of the hallway. Mic's head snapped up to see Harmon standing there looking as angry as a 3 year old could look.
" Look son this doesn't involve you go back to your room." Mic insisted, but never let go of Mac.
Harmon started walking up to Mic and when he was standing right next to him, he spoke again. " I told you to leave my mommy alone." And with that Harmon, with all his strength, kicked Mic in the shins. Mic automatically let go of Mac's wrist and clutched his shin in pain.
Resisting the urge too laugh, Mac grabbed her son by the hand and quickly left the house, ignoring Mic as he called after her. Hopping in her car, she backed out of the driveway, and was finally able to say goodbye.
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"Sarah sweetheart, it's time for bed!" Reené moved through her house in Washington, searching for her young daughter. She found her, as always, sitting out on the back porch with 'dad', staring out at the stars. "Sarah, bedtime."
The little girl snuggled closer too her father, "Awww, do I have too?"
Reneé sighed, "Of course you have too honey."
"Dad?" She questioned.
Harm laughed, wrapping a secure arm around his child, "You can stay up for a little bit longer." He smiled as she beamed at him, and both missed the dark look Reneé shot in their direction.
"Tell me more." Sarah insisted of her father, once again looking up at the stars.
"Well there was one time," Harm smiled at the memory, "Mac followed me too Siberia in a gypsy wagon."
Sarah giggled, and Reneé bit down a nasty response, still leaning against the doorframe, glaring at her husband and child. Harm suddenly turned too face her, his eyes travelling over her before nudging Sarah, "Think it's time for bed?"
"Yes!" Reneé blurted out, and received another delighted giggle from Sarah, who turned pouted lips too her mother.
"I don't wanna."
Harm glanced at Reneé once more, before helping his daughter too her feet, "I think it's bedtime." He told her softly.
Sarah seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Time for bed." She agreed, then happily skipped past her mother, who followed her with dagger eyes.
Half an hour later, when both parents had kissed their daughter goodnight, and 'dad' had read a bedtime story, Harm and Reneé got ready for bed.
"You do it every time Harm." Reneé accused, as Harm brushed his teeth.
"Do what?" He asked innocently.
"Undermine my authority with Sarah. I tell her one thing, and you contradict me at every turn."
Harm shrugged, unable to talk until he spit, "Hey, it's not my fault she didn't want to go too bed."
"I'm not just talking about tonight!" Reneé was frustrated, "All the time! Every day it's the same thing. She never listens to me."
Harm poked his head into the bedroom, "And that's my fault?"
"Yes!"
"How?" Harm shot back, he was sick of this argument, it was the same thing every time.
" How?" Reneé stood their shell-shocked. " You let her do everything, if she wants something, you get it for her. No argument, regardless on wether or not I've said otherwise."
" What am I suppose to do? Treat my daughter terrible? I love Sarah, she is my world. I couldn't deny her anything." Harm answered, walking out of the bathroom.
" And there brings up another issue. My daughter knows Mac better then she knows ME! Her own mother, and they haven't even met!" Renee yelled.
Harm groaned. " Not this Mac thing again! Renee, what more do you want? I'm here with you, and we have a beautiful daughter together."
" Yeah, a beautiful daughter, that's named Sarah!! The only reason you are in this marriage is because Mac is with Mic." Renee answered bitterly.
" Well if you think that Renee, then you don't really know me." Harm snapped as he started for the door.
" That's the thing Harm, I know you to well. I know you think about her every single day." Renee chased after him. As they entered the lounge room, they spotted little Sarah sitting on the couch.
" Hey, what are you doing up Princess." Harm cooed, moving to kneel in front of her.
" I heard the yelling daddy." Her big brown eyes looking up at Harm. then she.
" Sarah, back to bed, we are in the middle of something." Renee snapped. The child instantly broke into tears reaching for Harm, wrapping her little arms around his neck and burying her head in his shoulder.
Harm held her tight, "Shhhhh. It's ok sweetie." He stood up with Sarah in his arms. "No we are done here." He said coldly to Reneé, "I think it's best if you went and stayed with your mum for a couple of days."
Renee's mouth dropped open. " You're kicking me out of my own house? I can't believe this!' She stood firm, locking eyes with Harm, but the Naval aviator won out, and Reneé back down, storming out of the room. 5 minutes later she returned, bag in tow. "You will be hearing from my lawyer, Harmon Rabb." With that she pulled off her wedding ring and threw it at him, and slammed the door behind her.
This was Co-Written by Nat! Sticking us in a room to make Fan fic together was NOT the best idea - but you've got too love the outcome. :D
Feedback - Still a reading requirement people!
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3 years later.
Mac stood at the back of the ballroom while her keen eyes scanned the occupants, a cup of punch in one hand and a less then enthusiastic husband in the other. Mic was, too the best of her knowledge, drowning himself in yet another cocktail when several people she'd never met before approached.
"Mic?" The lady tried to get Mic's attention, succeeding only when Mac pulled he tall glass from him.
"Diane?" Mic mumbled, then his face lightened, "Diane!" He launch himself at the woman, and she awkwardly caught him, patting his back fondly as he hugged the life out of her.
When he pulled away, she looked pointedly at Mac.
"Oh!" In his drunken haze, Mic beamed a smile, "This is my wife Sarah."
Mac forced a smile, "It's Mac."
The woman's head cocked too one side, and she raised her eyebrow, "Mic and Mac?"
At this, Mic doubled over in laughter, knocking his drink from Mac's hand. When he finally straightened, red faced and breathless, Mac had gone.
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" I can't take this anymore, Sarah" Mic yelled, slamming the door shut behind him. "Our marriage is falling apart." He followed her into the lounge room, "Well it was never really together any how. I don't know why you agreed to marry me in the first place." He paused again to take a breath, still following Mac, who had decided, in her infinite wisdom, to ignore him. "Actually, I know why. Your charming partner Harmon Rabb, didn't want you, so I was the next best thing."
Mac stopped dead in her tracks, then turned too face him, "The next best thing? Don't flatter yourself, Mic" She laughed. " You know what, I don't even know why I said yes. If I knew then what I know now, it would be different."
" Yeah and what's that Sarah," Mic snapped back
" That your head is so far up your six, you couldn't even start to care about anyone else but yourself." Mac yelled back. At this time, Harmon had heard all the yelling and had poked his little head around the corner to see what was going on.
" Mommy?." He said in a sleepy voice.
Mac turned, her face soften at the sight of her little boy, " Nothings wrong, baby. Go pack some gear up, you and I are going away for a couple of days, ok sweetie." Mac cooed to him. Without question Harmon ran to his room quickly grabbing a bag and packing only the essentials. His Mums old marine sweat shirt, a toy F-14 and a small pair of gold shiny wings, which his mother had given to him when he turned 3. She had said that they belong to the man he was named after.
" Where do you think you are going Sarah?" Mic looked at her, anger showing on his face.
" Away from here." Mac said as she walked to their bedroom. She pulled out her bag and placed it on the bed, flipping it open too reveal it was already packed. Once a Marine, always a Marine.
" Sarah you don't know anyone in Australia," Mic continued to follow her, his voice suddenly soft.
" I know that's why I'm going back home." Mac stated.
Mic stood there in shock. " What do you mean your going home?"
" I mean exactly what I said. I'm going home, back to Washington." With her bag in hand she grabbed little Harmon's hand and started for the door.
" America, You're going back to America. How..... Why, you don't have any money." Mic stuttered.
" Yes I do, My Flyboy has been sending me money for Harmon. So I have enough for both of us."
" You're not taking my son with you!" Mic suddenly turned defensive, stepping in-between her and the door.
" Yes I am Mic." Mac's voice dropped, and she finally spoke her mind, "You have resented him ever since he was born, just because he was named after Harm. You never treated him like your own."
" You bitch," Mic said as he grabbed her wrist and twirled her round.
" Hey! Leave my mummy alone" There was a yell from the end of the hallway. Mic's head snapped up to see Harmon standing there looking as angry as a 3 year old could look.
" Look son this doesn't involve you go back to your room." Mic insisted, but never let go of Mac.
Harmon started walking up to Mic and when he was standing right next to him, he spoke again. " I told you to leave my mommy alone." And with that Harmon, with all his strength, kicked Mic in the shins. Mic automatically let go of Mac's wrist and clutched his shin in pain.
Resisting the urge too laugh, Mac grabbed her son by the hand and quickly left the house, ignoring Mic as he called after her. Hopping in her car, she backed out of the driveway, and was finally able to say goodbye.
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"Sarah sweetheart, it's time for bed!" Reené moved through her house in Washington, searching for her young daughter. She found her, as always, sitting out on the back porch with 'dad', staring out at the stars. "Sarah, bedtime."
The little girl snuggled closer too her father, "Awww, do I have too?"
Reneé sighed, "Of course you have too honey."
"Dad?" She questioned.
Harm laughed, wrapping a secure arm around his child, "You can stay up for a little bit longer." He smiled as she beamed at him, and both missed the dark look Reneé shot in their direction.
"Tell me more." Sarah insisted of her father, once again looking up at the stars.
"Well there was one time," Harm smiled at the memory, "Mac followed me too Siberia in a gypsy wagon."
Sarah giggled, and Reneé bit down a nasty response, still leaning against the doorframe, glaring at her husband and child. Harm suddenly turned too face her, his eyes travelling over her before nudging Sarah, "Think it's time for bed?"
"Yes!" Reneé blurted out, and received another delighted giggle from Sarah, who turned pouted lips too her mother.
"I don't wanna."
Harm glanced at Reneé once more, before helping his daughter too her feet, "I think it's bedtime." He told her softly.
Sarah seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Time for bed." She agreed, then happily skipped past her mother, who followed her with dagger eyes.
Half an hour later, when both parents had kissed their daughter goodnight, and 'dad' had read a bedtime story, Harm and Reneé got ready for bed.
"You do it every time Harm." Reneé accused, as Harm brushed his teeth.
"Do what?" He asked innocently.
"Undermine my authority with Sarah. I tell her one thing, and you contradict me at every turn."
Harm shrugged, unable to talk until he spit, "Hey, it's not my fault she didn't want to go too bed."
"I'm not just talking about tonight!" Reneé was frustrated, "All the time! Every day it's the same thing. She never listens to me."
Harm poked his head into the bedroom, "And that's my fault?"
"Yes!"
"How?" Harm shot back, he was sick of this argument, it was the same thing every time.
" How?" Reneé stood their shell-shocked. " You let her do everything, if she wants something, you get it for her. No argument, regardless on wether or not I've said otherwise."
" What am I suppose to do? Treat my daughter terrible? I love Sarah, she is my world. I couldn't deny her anything." Harm answered, walking out of the bathroom.
" And there brings up another issue. My daughter knows Mac better then she knows ME! Her own mother, and they haven't even met!" Renee yelled.
Harm groaned. " Not this Mac thing again! Renee, what more do you want? I'm here with you, and we have a beautiful daughter together."
" Yeah, a beautiful daughter, that's named Sarah!! The only reason you are in this marriage is because Mac is with Mic." Renee answered bitterly.
" Well if you think that Renee, then you don't really know me." Harm snapped as he started for the door.
" That's the thing Harm, I know you to well. I know you think about her every single day." Renee chased after him. As they entered the lounge room, they spotted little Sarah sitting on the couch.
" Hey, what are you doing up Princess." Harm cooed, moving to kneel in front of her.
" I heard the yelling daddy." Her big brown eyes looking up at Harm. then she.
" Sarah, back to bed, we are in the middle of something." Renee snapped. The child instantly broke into tears reaching for Harm, wrapping her little arms around his neck and burying her head in his shoulder.
Harm held her tight, "Shhhhh. It's ok sweetie." He stood up with Sarah in his arms. "No we are done here." He said coldly to Reneé, "I think it's best if you went and stayed with your mum for a couple of days."
Renee's mouth dropped open. " You're kicking me out of my own house? I can't believe this!' She stood firm, locking eyes with Harm, but the Naval aviator won out, and Reneé back down, storming out of the room. 5 minutes later she returned, bag in tow. "You will be hearing from my lawyer, Harmon Rabb." With that she pulled off her wedding ring and threw it at him, and slammed the door behind her.